*Disclamer: This is a fic written entirely be ME (Mikaila Stevens) using characters from J.K Rowling's Harry Potter. This is a fic based of off the AU-HP RP (but not really. this is kinda like AU-AU)
Was it the way the wind was blowing that rainy April morning? Or how another day passed spent tired and alone for Susan Bones. Whatever it was, that morning she finally made up her mind. By the time everyone would be sitting down, enjoying their delicious dinners, Susan would be dead.
It wasn’t a sudden decision; it had been a thought that captivated her mind for so long that it was hard to remember a time when it wasn’t there, because to be perfectly honest, it had always been there for Susan; a small nagging feeling in the back of her mind, growing stronger and more prominent as time passed.
Something always stopped her though, like it was never meant to be. So like most of the good things in Susan’s life, she just forgot about it. But for the past few weeks, the thought just wouldn’t leave her mind. It was there in the morning when she brushed her teeth, it was there in the afternoon when she was in Potions, and it was even there during the Quidditch matches that she attended regularly. At times, Susan felt herself even thinking about it during the final moments she was awake before falling fast asleep. But the past few weeks had been different. Before when she thought about it, she would only think in vagueness, but now it was all changed. She was now thinking of ways of doing it, she was thinking about who would find her, she even went as far as to think of her funeral. So when she made her final decision the night before, she knew this time it was for real. There was no hesitation, there was no thought of regret, there was just a decision.
Susan treated the morning like any other morning. She smiled at her dorm mates who didn’t even acknowledge she was there. I be they won’t even notice when I’m gone either. She thought as she left to go get ready for the day ahead of her. Susan planned on attending all her classes then find a comfortable spot to spend her final few minutes. It was all worked out in her mind. Her final class of the day was Potions, in which the dimwitted Professor Slughorn paid no attention to anyone in the class except for the famous Harry Potter, so stealing a fatal potion would be the easy part. Doing it without anyone noticing would be the harder part.
Breakfast was easy. Susan sat alone in the corner of the Hufflepuff table, watching all of the other happy, smiling and joking students eating just another normal, everyday breakfast. But to Susan, this was her last. She wouldn’t wake up another morning and come down to the Great Hall to get her regular plate of bacon, eggs and a sausage, this was the final time. Her eyes bounced from face to face for each person in the entire hall. She couldn’t help but think that this might be the final time she saw any of them, so she took long looks at everyone, making sure not a single face went unseen.
It didn’t take long for people to start packing up and heading to their first classes, but Susan took her time. If this was going to be her last breakfast, she wanted to enjoy it at her own leisure. Just as she finished, grabbed her back off the bench beside her and stood up to leave, she bumped into someone. Susan was startled and teetered back a few feet. She looked up at the face of the person she had it and was oddly surprised.
“Oh, sorry, Susan.” Hannah Abbot said. Hannah had been Susan’s best friend for the longest time, but after a few drinks, some bad decisions and a fight that was talked about for ages, which eventually left Susan alone and abandoned, their friendship ended. Susan looked at her face and wanted to say so many things, but she couldn’t bring herself to say them. “It’s alright. I wasn’t looking.” She said, flinging her bag over her shoulder and walking off. Hannah turned around and grabbed Susan’s arm. She was surprised when she felt Hannah’s long fingers grasp Susan’s tiny arm. “Susan…” Hannah started. Susan turned around and faced her, letting Hannah’s hands fall from her arm. They stared at each other for a second. It looked like Hannah had something to say, but she wouldn’t say it. Susan was too off in her own mind to think of something to say, so she turned around and left the Great Hall, leaving Hannah standing in between two long tables belonging to the Hufflepuff and Gryffindor houses.
